The Carousel
By Ilse Kramer
For a buck and a half
We go up and around,
And the music
Brings us together.
You are new to me,
I am new to you,
But should you fall
SALLFrom your pretty horse
I would come running
And pick up the pieces.
We can hear the sea.
It too goes up and goes down.
Our shirts smell of clams
And of chowder.
Sometimes the music gets faint.
We wait for it
Always returns.
And we sing along.
We wave and we wave
From our golden coach,
Until the fairy tale ride
Has ended.
The yellow horse
From the od carousel
Grows wings
And flies into heaven.
Again and again and again.
May I borrow a buck and half?